Chapter 108: Domme - Michael

James cants his head as he takes in what his ‘sub’ has chosen to wear for the evening. Richard’s face goes slack.

Charlotte is not naked, and whatever she paid for the outfit, it was worth every penny.

The boots, a fine, soft, black leather, thigh-high, match the top. Not quite a vest, not quite a corset, it hugs her figure. Pinching in her waist, it mounds her breasts and deepens her cleavage. Silver buckles hold the front tightly closed…

That’ll give James itchy fingers…

Her waist is tightly belted in, the ‘belt’ supporting a series of leather straps, barely clearing her crotch and, while giving the effect of a skirt, allowing her more freedom to move than a skirt would. As she moves, from the flash of fire at her loins, I’d say she’s not wearing anything under there.

“Happy Birthday, Richard,” I say. “I’d say it’s going to be a good one.”

He blinks, shifting his gaze to his naked wife and sub. “Elizabeth?”

Her eyes twinkle. “Happy Birthday, Master.”